She doesn't seem to be grasping it, not fully and Charlotte can only sigh. It's not that Tavris is a dumb girl, she knows the girl's intelligent, but she's sheltered and Charlotte finds she does quite have the patience right now, still worked up from earlier.

So she shifts, taking one of Tavris's hands and guiding it up, under the hem of her robe to press it against the bulge of her erection. "Different like this," she murmurs, eyes locked on Tavris's as she waits for the girl's reaction.